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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/utility/FeedStylesheets/atom.xsl" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en"><title type="html">emilykn</title><subtitle type="html" /><id>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/atom.aspx</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/default.aspx" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/atom.aspx" /><generator uri="http://communityserver.org" version="3.1.20917.1142">Community Server</generator><updated>2007-11-16T12:59:00Z</updated><entry><title>O wow, I havent been on 4ever!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/archive/2007/11/28/o-wow-i-havent-been-on-4ever.aspx" /><link rel="enclosure" type="image/jpeg" length="1334381" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/attachment/445.ashx" /><id>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/archive/2007/11/28/o-wow-i-havent-been-on-4ever.aspx</id><published>2007-11-29T00:54:00Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:54:00Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;sooo, yeah...i havent been on in, like, FOREVER!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soo...i went in to walgreens to get notebooks and pencils while my mom was in the car, and when i went to check out, the cashier and i had an...um...interesting conversation:::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HIM: Are you from around here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: Yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HIM: Really? I&amp;#39;ve never seen you before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: Oh **laughs sort of nervously/awkwardly**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HIM:&amp;nbsp; Wow,you are beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: Um, thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HIM: Are you sure you&amp;#39;re from around here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HIM: **handing me the bag** Well, stay beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: Okay, thanks (almost said &amp;#39;you too&amp;#39; out of habit!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I ran in to the car and told my mom:::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MOM: How old was he?!&amp;nbsp; **in the concerned mother voice**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: How am I supposed to know? Like, high school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MOM: Oh, okay. That&amp;#39;s good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: Yea, he&amp;#39;s the black guy that we&amp;#39;ve seen before...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MOM: Oh, yeah! I&amp;#39;ve talked to him before. He&amp;#39;s in college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: And..you&amp;#39;re okay with him saying that?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MOM: Well, he&amp;#39;s sweet. And you look older than you actually are, so I don&amp;#39;t blame him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like...OmG!&amp;nbsp; And then I called my BFFL and she laughed, and then I had to tell her mom, who was like &amp;quot;Well, sweetie, he was right!&amp;quot; I was laughing still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, yeah, my life isn&amp;#39;t interesting...but oh well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://redthebook.com/cs/aggbug.aspx?PostID=445" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>emilykn</name><uri>http://redthebook.com/cs/members/emilykn.aspx</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Back home again....in Indiana...(it's a song, haha)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/archive/2007/11/18/back-home-again-in-indiana-it-s-a-song-haha.aspx" /><id>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/archive/2007/11/18/back-home-again-in-indiana-it-s-a-song-haha.aspx</id><published>2007-11-18T17:31:00Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:31:00Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Alright, so I am home now, in dreary Indiana. And I say dreary because, while it really isn&amp;#39;t too cloudy, the temperature is 34, it&amp;#39;s windy, and to be honest, it might as well be snowing. On second thought, I actually enjoy the snow, it&amp;#39;s so beautiful...so I suppose I should say it might as well be raining. Ok, now that we&amp;#39;ve established the mood (bored, jet-lagged, have 3 days&amp;#39; worth of homework ahead of me...due tomorrow....for 7 classes, and memorizing a whole dialogue for World Languages-God I really hate Mr McMillen)...and my mom&amp;#39;s mood? I&amp;#39;ll humor u with some dialogue...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Get off the computer and do your homework. Once you do it all, you can enjoy yourself.&amp;quot; Nicely put, Mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;OKAY, I KNOW! I&amp;nbsp; am getting off now.&amp;quot; Man, can I lie through my teeth or what. Not to mention, i was sorta planning on going christmas shopping with my friend today...but watev....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I should get started on my homework...sorry I just wasted about 5 minutes of your time...I promise you can return the favor :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoEmily&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://redthebook.com/cs/aggbug.aspx?PostID=232" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>emilykn</name><uri>http://redthebook.com/cs/members/emilykn.aspx</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Making History</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/archive/2007/11/16/making-history.aspx" /><id>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/emilykn/archive/2007/11/16/making-history.aspx</id><published>2007-11-16T17:59:00Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:59:00Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Nice title, huh? Although I can assure you this sort of &amp;quot;Making History&amp;quot; isn&amp;#39;t nearly as interesting, affective, or amazing as what we&amp;#39;ll be hearing from Dani in the years to come! But history is history, afterall. So I guess this, my first blog post ever, was appropriately titled...to some extent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I don&amp;#39;t really know what you&amp;#39;re supposed to type on these things (it is, after all, my very very first blog post). So, I guess I&amp;#39;ll talk about the party last night. Meeting you all was amazing. As my mom said (you&amp;#39;ll find I quote her a lot =P) there were so many different personalities in the room, so many teenage girls. You had the energetic, peppy girls, you had the moody, quiet girls, you had the original, unique, &amp;quot;standing out&amp;quot; girls, you had the artsy girls and the shy girls, and you had the &amp;quot;OMG-I&amp;#39;m-SOO-bored-outta-my-mind-when-can-I-go-home&amp;quot; girls. They were all there. The only difficult thing for me was-Which author is which? Now, I know I&amp;#39;m not alone here by saying this, but even as I got the signatures, I didn&amp;#39;t know who was who! But out of the few girls I actually talked to, and matched name-with-face-with-story, it became clear that you shouldn&amp;#39;t always judge a book by its cover. The cover of RED is one example. It&amp;#39;s just a cover. And I know that it doesn&amp;#39;t look like me at all! With all the doodling, if that was my actual notebook, I&amp;#39;d freak (I&amp;#39;m kinda OCD/Perfectionist about a LOT of things--although I&amp;#39;m not sure that&amp;#39;s something I necessarily want to admit to girls I&amp;#39;d had little to none conversations with). And I&amp;#39;m sure there are stories in the book and authors in real life that relate perfectly to the cover. Now, I&amp;#39;m not insulting Amy or who ever created the cover (or at least not intentionally!!!) because I realize, which is basically what I&amp;#39;ve been trying to say for the past paragraph of writing, there are sooo many different personalities in the book!!! SO MANY!!! It&amp;#39;s insane, it really is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More from me later-I&amp;#39;m in Kelly Otterness&amp;#39;s mom&amp;#39;s studio writing this, and my mom is lying down, reading a book on the stock market (her newfound hobby), although I&amp;#39;m sure she wants to get out and walk around town....although it is VERY cold out! But first, before I go (i just remembered a pretty funny story)..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so we were walking around Ludlow and Stanton (where we are staying), and my mom actually stopped and got me a coat, because, if you saw my little poncho-type-pea-coat-style &amp;quot;coat&amp;quot; last night at the party, you will know that with weather like today&amp;#39;s, in NYC, I was freezing my butt off! And I literally tried on 10 different coats, trying to find one that fit my long arms (curse my height). It&amp;#39;s a miracle!!! Haha, well...that&amp;#39;s all from me...for now! =P &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://redthebook.com/cs/aggbug.aspx?PostID=215" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>emilykn</name><uri>http://redthebook.com/cs/members/emilykn.aspx</uri></author></entry></feed>